Tuesday 25 October 2011

Unrehearsed

beside brick red fireplace
we click cold beer bottles 
banal, polite conversations
of weather and cellphones

swirling around rented plush suite
cramped with eager beaver smiles 
braving niceties, we snort noises,
all considered politically correct responses

cocktails before dinner, warming up spiels,
karaoke bars, team sessions, until
near the program's end, we sneakily
slip away, with a red bottle of wine 

laughing until we stop at my doorstep, 
lamplight fusing our shadows
you take my key and gently nudge
me inside, without a word

we hang up our black tailored coats
unrehearsed, unscripted, we embrace
awkwardly,  fumbling, entwining     
in imperfect symphony  

 




Author's Night:  I attended a company conference last week as part of my induction to my new job.   It was interesting to meet my new team, but my social skills can only take so much pleasantries.  The activity though provided great inputs to my writing. .. a part of my life that is unchanging still.          

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47 comments:

  1. Daydreamertoo25 October 2011 at 13:52

    Another steamy write from that hot little pen of yours. Very nice! :)

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  2. void25 October 2011 at 13:53

    very delicious poem, I must say ;)

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  3. Brian Miller25 October 2011 at 14:29

    nice...i like the intimate much more than the convention and being politically correct...so its the after party i wait for..smiles.

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  4. Claudia25 October 2011 at 14:35

    nothing better than a glass of red wine and an imperfect symphony...smiles

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  5. Pat Hatt25 October 2011 at 15:02

    Yes after so many pleasantries you just wish they'd shut up already..haha..been there.

    Although your after approach I agree with, pefrectly imperfect.

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  6. Patricia25 October 2011 at 16:19

    Oh, if only they knew the talented writer they just hired ... maybe now they do... or will. =)

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  7. ayala25 October 2011 at 16:22

    Steamy and lovely.
    Thank you for your kind comment. I am happy to hear that your mom will be alright.

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  8. Anonymous25 October 2011 at 16:27

    imperfect symphony making the rest of the night perfect. perfect poem.

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  9. theborgpoet25 October 2011 at 16:40

    I always make it a point to never engage in banal, polite conversations..far too boring!

    Thanks for sharing this

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  10. Louise25 October 2011 at 16:42

    Perfect ending to the night I'd say...steamy after the boring niceties ;)

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  11. Scarlet25 October 2011 at 17:15

    Thank you for the lovely comments. Funny thing is, my new job has nothing to do with writing; its a very technical job :-)

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  12. Karen from Mentor25 October 2011 at 17:52

    "unrehearsed, unscripted, .... awkwardly,"

    both the before and the after, but the after sounds like a lot more fun.

    nice share.
    :0)

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  13. Chris G.25 October 2011 at 18:54

    Sounds like a beautiful evening all around! From the pleasant formalities, down to the intimate conclusions. And that pause before the door...always such a strange moment...

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  14. Tashtoo25 October 2011 at 19:25

    Wonderful! The release that comes when you can escape such pleasantries to a far more...comfortable place.

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  15. Unknown25 October 2011 at 19:28

    Great write. i've been to so many corporate meetings/conferences over the years and the majority are so stale. Your escape works on so many levels:) Great job, thanks

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  16. Rosemary Nissen-Wade25 October 2011 at 19:45

    A very enjoyable read.

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  17. Laurie Kolp25 October 2011 at 20:26

    Sounds like quite the convention... smiles.

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  18. Anonymous25 October 2011 at 20:45

    Oh Heaven! Where were you 30 years ago? OMG I'll bet you are one terrific date!

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  19. Scarlet25 October 2011 at 20:53

    Johnallenrichter...you are sweet, but i believe that age is just a number. ha..ha..ha.. Funny enough, I never intended my post to be a steamy write but rather a reflection on the superficiality of office relationships. Oh well..

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  20. lynne25 October 2011 at 21:03

    so you got cozy at the conference.. brave lady..:-)

    much enjoyed the way this unfolded..

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  21. Ann LeFlore25 October 2011 at 22:54

    Heaven this is really a very hot and steamy write. You sound like you had a great convention and it was a very steamy one at that. Amazing job as always and I love your blog site and your poetry. I am trying hard to change a style some but at times I am at a loss for my English words and feel like I need to study again to learn the ones I have forgotten. Enjoy your blog so much
    http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/25/the-groom-of-the-dead-bride/

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  22. Margaret25 October 2011 at 23:10

    without a word... some things are much easier to express than the weather and "politically correct" responses. :) You captured the mood perfectly.

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  23. Joseph Hesch25 October 2011 at 23:22

    Wonderful story woven here, Heaven. Interesting that the entire day has been planned and runs with machine efficiency, right down to the dinner and after-dinner activities. All except the "awkward" moment when one and one embrace in their dissonant duet of what I hope is beautiful music. - j

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  24. Margie25 October 2011 at 23:48

    Heaven, oh, I so enjoyed this poem!
    Great job on the writing!

    Margie :)

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  25. Unknown26 October 2011 at 01:36

    I would definitely be ready for part 2 of the evening as well. Much more fun :)

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  26. Jenne' R. Andrews 26 October 2011 at 02:31

    This is lovely-- we are beautifully imperfect in our loving, and not incidentally, in our living, yes? xxxj

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  27. Andy Sewina26 October 2011 at 03:54

    Phew, it sounds like it takes a lot of booze to get from the boardroom to the bedroom...

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  28. Mike Sutcliffe26 October 2011 at 03:58

    Wow I could sense the frustration of waiting, followed by the ecstacy of finally having the freedom together. Lovely poem

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  29. Ravenblack26 October 2011 at 04:42

    I know what those conferences are like so I really like how your poem went, and the happy ending.

    "snort noises all considered political correct responses" -- yeah. :D

    Love the poem. :)

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  30. Scarlet26 October 2011 at 08:50

    Thanks you for the lovely comments.

    Joseph, how very perceptive to you. And yes, this was my underlying message.

    Jen revved - that we are imperfect, yes we are ~

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  31. Lady Nyo26 October 2011 at 09:49

    I love the push of this poem, Heaven....you nailed it in the social politeness part, (endless stuff, neh?) and the ending is wonderful...and the stuff of memories.

    A very intriging poem.

    Lady Nyo

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  32. hotspicywings@yahoo.com26 October 2011 at 10:13

    there's something about sneaking out of conferences and conventions... that makes you look forward to more conferences and conventions...
    so that you can sneak out again, hahaha...

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  33. Anonymous26 October 2011 at 10:22

    Awesome!!! Wonderfully written!! Thank you for sharing!

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  34. kaykuala26 October 2011 at 12:07

    Heavens, Good for you! So to be gainfully employed can be the start of new beginnings and hope! Beautiful verse!

    Hank

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  35. James Rainsford26 October 2011 at 12:38

    Well observed, beautifully written & highly reminiscent of many wonderful memories of similar unpromising evenings, which ended passionately.

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  36. steveroni26 October 2011 at 13:31

    "...unrehearsed, unscripted, we embrace
    awkwardly, fumbling, entwining
    in imperfect symphony"

    A most sexy line...without even one sexy word. Amazing.

    Imperfect symphony--is that an oxymoron? But it SURE is descriptive--grin!

    LIKED THIS--A LOT!
    PEACE!
    Steve E

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  37. ✿26 October 2011 at 15:53

    Love these:

    "cramped with eager beaver smiles"

    "lamplight fusing our shadows"

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  38. Dulçe ♥26 October 2011 at 17:09

    I hate coming late... must ditto Brian's- he's always the best! (Almost)

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  39. Unknown26 October 2011 at 22:22

    You captured the social picture wonderfully...the twist so sweet. ~ Rose

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  41. A.S.27 October 2011 at 09:41

    A noite nos fascina, nos envolve no seu manto de pelúcia... e nos convida naturalmente ao amor...


    Beijos!
    AL

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  42. Anonymous27 October 2011 at 10:45

    Loved this! The oppressive stifling social pressures in the beginning yielding to a natural joy at what 'real' human interaction should be about. Fabulous.
    Gene

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  43. Randy Behavior28 October 2011 at 01:21

    Plastic perfection will always take a back seat to alive and awkward.

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  44. Jyoti Mishra28 October 2011 at 14:00

    laughing until we stop at my doorstep,
    lamplight fusing our shadows
    you take my key and gently nudge
    me inside, without a word...

    loved these lines most..
    awesome read !!!

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  45. Maureen Walsh30 October 2011 at 19:58

    Mmmm! Yummy!

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  46. Joanne Young Elliott30 October 2011 at 21:10

    A lovely escape...

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